Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tar , by - Cavanaugh. Song from the album Time & Materials, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Tar |
| Yeah |
| Was walking through the woods with a stick and a footstool |
| Needed some new fruit so I picked me a bushel |
| Say something, I’m awake and rolled this game drunk |
| And I can’t function, I’m all blackface and late lunches |
| Stomach full of Quaker State, debate '88 |
| Tell me butterball, but touch dissolves paper plates |
| I had my first kid at thirty |
| My second kid at thirty |
| My third kid at thirty |
| My fourth kid at thirty-one |
| I had fun |
| I got down |
| I get down |
| I get down |
| I get down |
| I had the most unprofessional dream |
| My chest and my spleen, and all this unrest in between |
| Yes, finishin' move, heat check |
| A knee as deep as DSV and seaQuest |
| At recess I suggest we jest, just as a reflex |
| If I get too anxious, here, Frank, hold my Wheat Chex |
| Soundwaves broken by airplanes |
| In the wall units, mother’s precious cranes |
| Out of four, only three remains |
| Damn |
| They all fell down |
| Let’s get down |
| Let’s get down |
| Let’s get down |
| (Let's get down) |
| (Had my fourth kid at thirty-one) |